Page 81 of Of Blood and Banes (The Arterian #2)

He grabs the back of my thighs and rips me off my feet, then plops me down onto the desk before untucking my shirt from my pants.

I pull the blouse off and throw it to the floor.

He takes the key out from between my breast and brassiere and tosses it on the desk.

And I remove my brassiere. Grinning, he slowly teases kisses closer and closer until he?—

Gods, those sinful lips.

—flicks his wicked tongue across my hardened nipple. He generously sucks it into his mouth as he fondles my other breast. Moaning, I stretch to try and stroke him, but he’s out of reach. Sucking and nibbling my nipple eagerly until he switches to the other one.

His hand slithers down beneath my pants, between my legs. Those dastardly fingers slide up and down my entrance, testing my arousal. Teasing with slow strokes.

He takes his lips off my nipple to look up at me. “My…so wet…”

He slips a finger inside of me, the palm of his hand cupping me as he burrows it as far as he can. I curl my body up, grabbing hold of his shoulder as I quiver.

He moves his attention from my breasts to my ear, whispering as he fingers me, “Was it the thought of me fucking two other women? Does that excite you?”

“No,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he adds in a second finger and begins to massage the heel of his hand into my clit.

“Good. Because when I have you, I want you all to myself. I won’t share you.

And I don’t want to divide my attention, unless it’s across every part of your body.

” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles.

Then shakes his hand against me, playing into my sensitive clit until my legs wobble around him.

He works me on his hand, his mouth on my neck until I cry coming around his fingers.

After he removes his hand, he pulls my pants off.

Less than a minute later, and we’ve removed every article of clothing separating the two of us.

I bask in his attentive touch, his lingering kisses, and his sweet tongue trailing up and down my unbearably hot skin.

Then he crouches down, positioning his head between my thighs and grabbing hold of my legs to place them on his shoulders.

Shifting back onto my elbows, I lift my needy hips to him, and Gods, that fucking smile of his when I do. Mercifully, he doesn’t make me ask like he normally does and places that delicious set of lips onto my clit.

Moaning, I slide my fingers into his silky brown hair, tugging at the strands as he teases me. He buries his face deeper into the crook between my legs like a starved man, devouring every inch of me with a frenzy and determined hunger to push me over the edge.

Every whimper and broken sigh of mine fuels each flick of his tongue, and just when I think it can’t feel better, he proves me wrong, switching tempos and pressure.

Testing each of my limits to find out what makes me cry.

The knot in my stomach builds to a hopelessly tight tangle, begging to be released.

As I tip-toe closer to that euphoric cliff, I clamp a hand over my mouth to silence the oncoming scream I feel building.

His eyes meet mine, and he removes my hand from my mouth, his voice rumbling between my legs, “If you want me to fuck you with my cock tonight—” he pushes his fingers back into me with an agonizing slowness that makes me want to ride his fingers myself, “—you won’t quiet yourself as you come. I want to hear your cries for me.”

I writhe as he lowers his head back down and flicks slow, hard licks across my clit and combines it with the curling of his fingers inside me.

Once he has that pressure ricocheting inside of me again and my legs trembling around his head, he picks up his speed.

He moves his fingers and swirls his tongue in a heated, precise rhythm until I’m arching my back off the desk and letting my head fall back against the wood as I squeeze my eyes shut.

Before I know it, he unleashes the knot of pressure in my core, and I cry out as I succumb to my pleasure.

He switches places, driving his tongue inside of me as his thumb rubs against my clit to draw out the full extent of my orgasm. I greedily grind into his face as he laps up every drop I give him.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbles into my cunt.

Once he’s driven me past the point of aftershocks, he stands, ushering in a cold breeze between my thighs that prickles my skin.

I heat even more at the vision of him naked between my legs—his nose, mouth, and chin glossy with my arousal.

My gaze follows the curves and angles of his body.

How wide his shoulders are, dipping down to his firm pecs and chiseled abs.

Down to his cock, hard for me. His hands are resting on my knees, eyes dark with an untamed desire to ruin me—but also restraint, as he waits for me to grant him permission to do so.

I nod with parted lips and a heavy chest, tilting my knees open wider for him.

He smiles.

He pulls me up off the desk to flip me around and face the wall.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, he bends me over the desk until I’m ass up and legs-wide for him.

He takes his cock and slaps it against my pussy a few times for me to hear just how wet I am.

I swallow a squeal as he pushes himself inside of me.

It steals every breath of mine as he buries himself inch by inch, and I adjust to the fullness.

He leans down over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, and he leans his forehead into the back of mine.

“Fuck,” he moans, sliding himself in until he’s fully seated. “Do you know how much I think of your tight little pussy? How much I fantasize about fucking you into the morning, hard enough you can’t sit down without thinking of me?”

“Then stop talking…and do it,” I challenge breathlessly.

He pulls out just enough to smack his hips hard into me, jolting me forward and shaking the desk underneath us, all while stealing my breath. Brushing the hair on my neck off to one side gently, he bites into my skin possessively and begins to pound me.

I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as I arch my back into him instinctively. Relishing the feeling of him filling me, our bodies sliding together in molten friction. The desk squeaks underneath us as he thrusts, followed by the wet, smacking sound as he rams into me over and over.

“Harder,” I whimper, wanting to see just how much more he can give me. To show him I can take it. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

I can feel his fucking smile. He obliges, grabbing my arms and pinning them behind my back with one hand.

With the other hand, he grabs the front of my shoulder and fucking pummels me.

Fucking me so hard my legs quake, and every plunge of his has me seeing stars.

Each snap of his hips sparks a mix of ache and heat between my legs.

My eyes roll back as I stare back up at the ceiling as he takes what he wants from me, and yet, gives me exactly what I need.

With each thrust, he forces out, “Is. That. To. Your. Liking?”

“Yes,” I half-cry, half-moan. “Gods, yes.”

As a testament to how hard he’s rutting me, one of the desk’s legs snaps, and we slide to the right. With an irritated grunt, he pulls out of me, picks me up, and carries me to the bed. After he lays me face down, he grabs something off the ground and crawls over the bed toward me.

Desperate and hungry to have him back inside of me, I arch my back again. He’s on his knees, his eyes dark and a devilish grin on his lips when he lifts what’s dangling in his hand.

The shackles.

“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?” he whispers, sweat glistening on his muscled body. He leans over me and clamps one of the metal bands over my wrist, his eyes narrowed and lustful. “Or me to fuck you like you hate me?”

I offer him my other wrist and nearly plead, “Both.”

He loops the three-foot chain connecting the shackles around one of the posts at the headboard.

Then attaches the second shackle to my wrist with parted lips, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

As soon as I look at the restraints on my wrists, an achy feeling fills my gut at the split-second thought that this all could have been a trick to trap me.

He could easily leave me here, chained naked to the bed, and he could escape through the door if he so wanted to.

But instead, he pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees, ready for him. I wrap my fingers around the chain to give me leverage, pulling it tight. My lips part as he begins to push himself back inside of me.

Once his hips are flush with my ass, he withdraws and explodes into a frenzy. My knuckles turn white as I grip onto the chains, and that spark of lust ignites within me all over again. We slip and slide, our naked bodies slamming into each other like if we try hard enough, we might become one.

I cry his name as he fucks me hard, lost to his control and borderline delirious with the fullness of him.

He sets off moan after moan in me, rewarding me by brushing just the right spot and moving at just the right tempo.

His fingers dig into my hips assertively, with a pressure sure to leave bruises in the morning.

And all I can do is lay here and take it.

Something about the utter loss of control consumes every thought I have, until the only thing I can think is I don’t want it to stop.

And Gods above, those breathy moans of his gives me the chills.

How it flirts with a soft, jerky whimper with each thrust, beyond pleased with how tight my pussy wraps around his cock.

His hands leave my hips, and he lowers himself over me, brushing my hair off my upper back and dragging his tongue up my spine to my neck, until he finds himself at the one spot that always has me quivering.